My old man

He said to me

He said

Son

There are those

That get bought

And those

That do the buying



Well enough

We never did

See eye to eye

And I always wished

That good ol' boy

Could cound past two



Love it or leave it

Black or white

That's the way it is

Fundamental

Absolute

I wish I

Could be as clever

Never did

Buy that bill of goods